Red Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

I had thought, based on the color in the box, that it was going to come out as some bright, maybe even slightly trashy, purple, but instead, it was a deep, rich red. A gorgeous, vibrant crimson color, giving her this fierce, confident look, that crimson werewolf alpha girlfriend look, the kind you see in movies. The mafia heiress kind of thing, someone who belonged in this world but on her own terms. "It looks good, baby," I said, smiling, watching her stand up and shake her ass playfully for me, her new red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I actually want to change mine," I said then, the thought popping into my head, feeling surprisingly defensive about my own plain hair.

he said, trying to sound confident. "Shut up, Briar. Look at his hair..." one of the fellow vampires muttered in horror. The flames gave Harry's hair a coppery sheen as he continued to move forward. "He's just a kid! The Council is sending us a kid!" spat Briar to the ground. A slight smile played at the corners of Harry's lips as he heard the name of one of the vampires. "Shut up, Briar! Look at his hair! It's the red wolf! The Vampire Reaper!" one of them shouted in panic.

Their children, Anna Cheyenne and Jacob, had grown into their own, embodying the power and grace of their lineage. Anna Cheyenne, with her striking red hair and piercing green eyes, had always been the more adventurous of the two. She roamed the kingdom with a fierce determination, her laughter echoing through the ancient halls. Her heart, however, was tethered to a vampire named Elias, a noble with a mysterious past. Together, they explored the depths of their heritage, uncovering secrets long buried in the annals of vampire history. Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding.

Her monstrous voice and angry tone was making all the vampires shiver in fear. Her nails grew longer and sharper. Her hair changed their colours. From strawberry blonde, her hair turned blood red. Her skin turned pale. Her fangs were longer and sharper than any vampire had ever had in the history of the vampires. Her lips turned red as if she might have drank blood from a host. Her eyes were black and her orbs were red as blood. Within the blink of an eye, Dabria reached the other corner of the pantry. She jerked her hands to get the blood off of her nails. Within a mere second, she killed about fifty of the vampires who were still alive. She stabbed one of the vampires with the immortal sla

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

She crashed to the floor, shifting back into her human form, coughing blood. "How dare you stain my castle," Dylan growled, his voice soft but deadly. Rebecca whimpered. Richard moved toward her, but the other vampires grabbed him and threw him to the ground. They didn’t hesitate. Their fists rained down on him—punch after punch. This was my chance. I spun on my heel, ready to bolt, when a sudden figure materialized in front of me. I froze. She had red hair like a blazing fire—black eyes void of any light, and dark runes spiraling from her temples down her neck, crawling into her body.

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

I cannot embarrass Mihai in front of the others, i imagine the punishment for that would be worse than what i have already faced at his hands. The second and third vampire to enter were watching the entire conversation, the one of the left had black hair and eyes to match, his suit a deep crimson red. He had a scar across half of his face, and it was gruesome. Whoever did it came close to taking his head off, I'm sure of it. The one on the right had light brown hair and hazel eyes, though i knew they’d turn black the moment he saw blood, they all do. It is an easy way to tell the Nati apart from turned vampires, their eyes turn red with bloodlust, not black.

Val and Damona are like geckos, they keep sticking up together all the time. Like you can't pull them apart. Val was hugging Damona and she seemed not to mind it. I guess she liked it. They were the closest among my four spirits. Xandra, Willow and I laughed at the two. Val and Damona are too adorable. I can't deny that Damona is also stunning in her red hair and silvery red eyes. All my spirits are stunning in their own way. I envy their hair so much. Actually, I'm tired of my curly brown hair. I am the only one with curly hair, all of them had straight and long hair. But, I notice Val's auburn brown hair became black and that makes her even more stunning, though she's too white, whiter tha

Nevaeh grimaced disgust in her tone. I began to panic; if Bethany hadn't gotten picked by the vampires with her long blond hair and petite frame, why would they choose me? I had unruly wavy red hair and emerald green eyes, with freckles covering my entire body. While I wasn't fat before we went on the run, I wasn't skinny either. I could tell by how my dress fit me that I had lost some weight, but I knew I wasn't as toned as Bethany. From what I had learned of Vampires, they were perfect. Their skin was flawless, never an imperfection insight, their eyes mystical cerulean blue that turned a sparkling red when they ate, their scent irresistible. They were alluring, which made them the perfect